[The feed starts with a clattering sound.  The camera portion of the device shows Blackarachnia and Knock Out lounging on a ratty couch in the middle  of the Junk Pile. They had found a wine set, each one has a bottle in her hands, and they’re pretty much drunk and having a ‘who’s boss sucks the most’ competition’.]

…used that to raise the dead and create an army of zombies. He said he could control them after sticking a piece of the dark energon I mentioned onto his spark. Let me tell you, as a medic, I don’t recommend it, even if that makes you able to hear Unicrons’s thoughts. [Knock Out takes  another sip.] Actuallllyyy, especially if it makes you hear thoughts.

 [Blackarachnia takes a sip from her own bottle and rolls her eyes a little. It sounds like Knock out had his own troubles with a Megatron. Here, let her talk about her own saurian overlord.]

Ugh. Speaking of energon, ours crashed us on a planet full of raw energon. We got subjected to radiation because he had to steal some gold trinkets from the Maximals and crash us somewhere in the past.

[She makes a motion with the hand with the bottle.]

And get this. The planet? Earth. And guess what? We ended up messing up some alien's experiment and nearly got incinerated because of it.

Annoying. [Knock out scrunches his nose, then smirk.]  Mine desecrated one of the Prime’s tombs so he could retrieve an arm from...I can't remember, Trion, perhaps. He wanted it implanted on him, without being put on stasis for the surgery  mind you, so he could use the Forge of Solus Prime .

 Oh yeah? Mine located the Ark on Earth and tried to change history by scraping  Optimus Prime while he was in stasis. [She frowns a little and peered down  the neck of her bottle before taking another drink.] Caused time to become unstable because of it and nearly wiped the Maximals and myself out.

Mine punched Unicron and survived.

[Blackarachnia raises an eyebrow at the absurdity of that statement and just retaliates with one of her own.]

Mine's beast mode is a flying purple T-rex.

[There's a moment pause from both of them before Knock Out speaks again.]

We're even.

[The feed cuts out with both of them taking a shot from their respective bottles.]

[ooc: Knock Out, Blackarachnia. Backdated to before Liege Maximo's post!]

[OH HEY LOOK. Perceptor's back! And... apparently draped all over something. But for the moment, it's hard to see what exactly he's laying on.]

Ah, yes. Well. It would seem things are beginning to go back to a relative state of normalcy? And none too soon, I might add, considering the number of projects I'm meant to be working on...

[He pauses, shifting a little, and glancing at something off-screen.]

... Speaking of which, I'd like to go back to work as soon as possible. If anyone with information on the following projects would kindly respond, we can continue.

[He switches to text, typing out his list:]

> Wheeljack's idiotic ship
> synthetic energon
> the location of the "DRILLER"
> the nature of the "DRILLER"
> Smokescreen's current status and location

[The list sent, he shifts again.] As I said, any information on those subjects will be most appreciated --

[And looks up once more, speaking to whatever it is he's looking at.]

Commander, kindly hold your legs still until I'm finished. Your lap is hardly as comfortable as it looks --

[END FEED.]

I am in need of... Ah... assistance.

[For the first time ever, the Knight seems somewhat embarassed. He has trouble to look directly at the screen, his red eyes fixated on something on his right. Yep, definitly embarassed.]

I found some food. Rice to be precise. Two large bags. Rice is my main source of nourrishement, and I... need to eat some. It has been some time since I had a real meal.

[Since he got here, to be precise. But Melan is not one to complain.]

So I found those bags but, erm... I don't know how to cook ...

[The GunSwordman almost blushed. Almost.]

I am of course willing to share with anyone needing food...